Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.